Far.
Far away, she lies serene.
Parted by the unbreakable glass, there lays mo ghrá.
Lines.
Lines connected her to the living.
Currents assured me she's still there, mo chiusle
Silence.
The deafening silence kept us together.
The sickening silence kept us apart.
Silent.
My soul throbbed, my throat screamed.
She left me there in the silence, she left me with the silence of nothingness.
Quiet.
She left me there in the darkness.
She gave me to the uncertainty.
Muted.
I ran away scare of the possibilities.
I hid away in the gloom.
Reserved.
There she was right in front of me.
Still out of reach.
Soundless.
She screamed for help.
She cries for succour, I failed.
Cold.
Her skin was icy, void of life.
Her soul was roaming freely, enclosing me.
Not the most strident of noise shall shatter this icy brick that chains me.
Near.
So near, yet too far.
Real.
Too real, but to just an imagination.
Clamoring.
Shattering my soul.
Cuisle mo chroí.
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